Navani's journal

Navani's journal
Author	Navani Kholin
World of Origin	Roshar

Navani Kholin's journal is an account of history of her life on Roshar, notably Alethkar and the Shattered Plains.

Cover

A ketek by Navani Kholin describing the meeting of the Everstorm with a highstorm drawn as a glyphpair in the shape of two storms crashing into one another. The ketek is formed from the part titles for Words of Radiance.

Jeseses 1174

Alight, winds approach deadly approaching winds alight.

Excerpts

Excerpts from the journal were used as epigraphs to the first part of Words of Radiance.

Jeseses 1174

To be perfectly frank, what has happened these last two months is upon my head. The death, destruction, loss, and pain are my burden. I should have seen it coming. And I should have stopped it. Our first clue was the Parshendi. Even weeks before they abandoned their pursuit of the gemhearts, their pattern of fighting changed. They lingered on the plateaus after battles, as if waiting for something. Soldiers reported being watched from afar by an unnerving number of Parshendi scouts. Then we noticed a new pattern of their penetrating close to the camps in the night and then quickly retreating. I can only surmise that our enemies were even then preparing their stratagem to end this war. The next clue came on the walls. I did not ignore this sign, but neither did I grasp its full implications. The sign on the wall proposed a greater danger, even, than its deadline. To foresee the future is of the Voidbringers.

Jesesan 1174

We had never considered that there might be Parshendi spies hiding among our slaves. This is something else I should have seen.

Jesesach 1174

I was unprepared for the grief my loss brought—like an unexpected rain—breaking from a clear sky and crashing down upon me. Gavilar's death years ago was overwhelming, but this... this nearly crushed me. I seek not to use my grief as an excuse, but it is an explanation. People act strangely soon after encountering an unexpected loss. Though Jasnah had been away for some time, her loss was unexpected. I, like many, assumed her to be immortal. I wish to think that had I not been under sorrow's thumb, I would have seen earlier the approaching dangers. Yet in all honesty, I'm not certain anything could have been done. But, understandably, we were focused on Sadeas. His betrayal was still fresh, and I saw its signs each day as I passed empty barracks and grieving widows. We knew that Sadeas would not simply rest upon his slaughters in pride. More was coming. Unfortunately, we fixated upon Sadeas's plotting so much that we did not take note of the changed pattern of our enemies, the murderers of my husband, the true danger. I would like to know what wind brought about their sudden inexplicable transformation.

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